There was an ox cart in the wilderness.
The cart was an ordinary wooden cart that had slightly misshapen wheels from the long journey. It emitted slight creaks as it traveled on the hard grassland. It bumped up and down, leaving behind an untraceable print behind him. The wheels would dig deeply into the soft wet ground and little fish would jump out as they passed.
The ox was ordinary as well. Its strong legs held strong even though it had traveled far and wide. It grunted occasionally as it walked on the hard ground. Sometimes, it would lower its head to munch on the grass, leaving behind a grass trail and flattened grass when it dug its hoof deeply into the wet ground.
An ordinary wood cart and an ordinary ox from the Central Plains appearing in the wilderness was something extraordinary. Anyone witnessing this would find it rather incredible.